This Morning

It was sunny on my way to
the city this morning.
The perfect type of sunny you can only
witness if you're a fast enough early bird.

This morning I found inspiration
in every further step I took,
in every leaf the cold wind overturned,
in every cloud hurrying across the sky.

This morning I nearly cursed my
inability to write down the words that
seeped through my mind trying to
preserve the scenery forever

even though there are no words I can
sincerely use to capture what
fuelled my will to live a little longer
this morning.

Reviews

[....]

So poeticly breezy light, I enjoyed this write.

[screamin'ian]

"...to capture what fueled my will..." indeed!

[Marie]

But you did find words....